Cocaine
Gallant is a white night.
Deceiving one with delight.
Beckoning with such might.
Obscuring our mind's sight.
Abducting all human rights.
Deluding our true plight.
Creating an endless fight.
Gripping souls so tight.
Distorting our foresight.
Gallant not this white night.
Hell, it will surely you unite.
Strength it takes to fight.
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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